Calley turned down the music as the harvester continued its computer controlled progress across the prairie towards a rendezvous with the farm truck in the distance.
He lugged the twitching body to the front platform, casting it down into the cutters which like a giant electric blender shredded the corpse in seconds leaving a long red streak across the field and neat hamburger sized chunks of meat in its bowels.
Calley would work out a story for the County Sheriff with no shred of remorse as Brannigan was a two-bit shit and had no business messing with his girl.
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
I’m loving this already and it’s only three drabbles in. Many more please Steve!
Steve McBrevity almost 5 years ago
That’s it! I’m worried about my mind ... this was prompted by watching a beautiful harvesting scene in France - far from a horror scenario!
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
It’s such a powerful start, with such economy for so much information and action. Brilliantly done.
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Forgot to add how very visual it is.
Steve McBrevity almost 5 years ago
Thanks Neville - it may have to remain a 300 word short story unless that is....
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Shame! One is already imagining the 'back story' and what the prognosis might be. So much potential! Go on....
Steve McBrevity almost 5 years ago
OK if you insist!